Her laugh and his smirk in this GIF seemed accurate. xD Also, I'm not even bothering to stop him because I'm truly interested in seeing what happens here. :pIt became apparent, rather quickly, to Ragnar that she had not been expecting his blunt approach to her pregnancy, or rather, she had not been aware of it. “I am no expert, Thistle, but you…it’s not that you don’t look good but you don’t look exactly well, either.” He was not trying to be rude, merely trying to explain what he saw. “Dagmar had the same sort of look at first, too. They always speak of a glow but at first it’s not so much of a glow as a dullness.” Probably from the exhaustion of it. He wasn’t a female so he did not know what kind of processes their bodies went through in preparation for the puppies’ growth. He watched stoic as she adopted a sort of forlorn expression that subconsciously made his eyes narrow in suspicion wondering if she was thinking of her one night lover.
“That is surprising to hear,” Ragnar commented on the knowledge that there was a “worse than him” in regards to patients. It didn’t get too much worse because Ragnar was insufferable when he was on “bed rest”. Floki had caught numerous of the bad moods and earned a few scars from them even back in Odinn’s Cove. Ragnar had to remind himself to be gentler with Thistle - she wasn’t Floki and would likely have taken such actions very different to how Floki had. Besides, Ragnar wasn’t trying to ruin his chance at the Beta rank. “Lead the way.” The Viking encouraged rising to follow close to her side when she began to walk to …where ever she was going for her herbs or flowers.
Thistle’s laugh caused the savage to peek at her in something resembling an un-amused glare as they walked, unsure if she was laughing at him. Her words, however, caused relief to swell within him like the rising tide. He remained silent when as she explained to him that she did not see Kennedy as a husband material, mulling her words over as they walked, adjusting his pace so he did not out stride her by accident. It had been a long time since he had taken a wife - long for his usual time period, at any rate, and there was a storm coming on the horizon. He sensed it.
Thistle was young, younger than him, pretty and while capable dainty; fitting what he usually looked for in his wives. But within that there was something that he had never felt before in the presence of a potential wife - he genuinely liked Thistle. Her innocence was new to him but it was also almost endearing in a way. Ragnar’s mind began working a million miles a minute as he took into consideration many things, namely her rejection to his advances before. She gave no indication that she thought anything of him beyond a pack mate, and yet Ragnar found that it wasn’t reason enough. He could make her a good husband, he was strong, loyal (in a sense), and he contemplated that she might need help with what was to come.
“I have a question to ask you, Thistle.” He broached suddenly, feeling something akin to nervous anticipation building within his stomach.